"Xiao Cai, no matter when, you're always so stubborn. Have I ever told you that sometimes a woman being a little softer can be more likable?" Tang Sheng said earnestly.
"I don't need your affection." This kind of affection she doesn't need at all; it's better not to be liked, it's good for everyone that way.
"Think whatever you want, but you'd better obediently come back with me. He's already woken up." Tang Sheng reached down, grabbed Ye Ranran's arm, seemingly intending to drag her back.
"When will he be well?" Ye Ranran didn't move.
"Soon enough, it won't take long." Tang Sheng evaded the topic.
"How soon is 'soon'? I need a definite answer." Ye Ranran persistently asked.
"In about a month, that's the current prediction," remembering what Fu Rong had instructed, Tang Sheng answered.
He was doing his utmost to help him.
"A month later?" Is he sure he's not playing her?
Why does she feel like she's being manipulated?
